It's a rainy cold Sunday morning. I have been ill all Christmas and really don't feel I'm in good order to go for a cold wet ride. As I drive into a busy Wilmslow car park with bikes on my roof, I'm greeted with a likely looking bunch of young riders all ready to go. I feel the need to do the introductions only to see this lot have already started to chat and get on just fine.
We set off as two groups, adults on the front with the team riding behind, it soon becomes apparent that our social ride speed does not match there's. With this, we let them off the lead and off they zip into the distance. The impressive thing was these boys had only just met and already looked like a team, riding two up doing through and offs to constantly change the rider on the front.
The next time we see them is Tatton Park. We are greeted with chatter about them nailing it up the Tatton mile. I am now feeling very old but full of pride of how good this bunch could be. Heading back saw more of the same, a fast young group riding really well being chased by some adults with every excuse you can imagine as to why we couldn't keep up. Once we all arrived back at the cafe in Wilmslow, we had six chatty happy young men ready to take on the cycling world.
Today the word team seem to be ingrained in these young men without a word from us, as they bonded and enjoyed a brisk ride in the rain. As for me, next week I think I will do team car following them round.